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Updated: May 12, 2025
Must I go through life unsupported by the brave heart of Alene on which I was depending for strength to conquer worlds?" He sat down upon the curbstone and buried his face in his hands. About twelve o'clock that night a Negro woman came rushing along at full speed. Ramon seized her and she uttered a loud scream, falling in a helpless heap at his feet. With a tight grip on her arm he said,
Daleman, "I have thought to have a talk with you concerning the dark shadow that projects itself over our section, the Negro problem. Not that I would infect you with my peculiar views, but that those of us and our descendants who abide here may have your sympathy." "My love for Alene invests all that is near to her with my abiding sympathy," said Ramon with quiet fervor.
And men who commit the darker crimes are not failing to take advantage of the open door; but I picked up my pen to tell you my weird story. "Well, I actually became a boarder in the home of Aunt Dilsy, the mother of the man accused of murdering my Alene. By mingling with the Negroes I came in contact with three persistent beliefs which I investigated.
"Think of it! my father sleeps in an unmarked grave somewhere in the South, and I know that the hope of freeing the slave actuated him to enlist in the army. For the Negro, my father buried his sword to the hilt in the blood of his Southern brother and in turn received a thrust, all for a race from which this vile miscreant has crept to murder Alene, my Alene."
Within a year after this was done a beautiful little girl, whom they called Alene, was born to them. When Mr. Daleman grew wealthy, he decided to travel through the North and induce capital to invest in the South.
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